The Man Who Cried Page #3

the voice that you gave me?

I am nothing|if I cannot sing.

Oh, Maria-

For the love of Italy,|for the love of music,

I- I- I beg you.

Let the Germans win.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

Hello?

Allez, allez,|allez, musique.

One has to admit these gypsies|can play their instruments well.

Yes, but, uh, there is no|control, no refinement, feeling.

Tell me, Dante. Are you going|to sing for us tonight?

Oh, well, uh-

He sang for us last year, but|perhaps now he feels that it is...

beneath his dignity|after such a huge success.

He sang in Perlman's company. Uh-

Dante Singing Opera

Hey, little Suzie.

You have found your place|at last amongst the animals.

And you have found yours.

So you know|the little girl, Dante?

Oh, she was one of the, uh,|oddities employed by, uh, Perlman.

Is she one of them?

Though she is very friendly|with the gypsies,

she is not, uh,|one herself.

No? Then what is she?

She is a Jew.

So many cameras.|So many uniforms.

Wherever I look, there's a|lens. I can't get away from them.

Suzie, do you need anything,|meat, butter-

Lola, what did you want to see|me for? Oh, Suzie, I missed you!

I miss the fun we had together|in that, um, little room.

Now, Suzie, I wanted to tell you|that... you should leave Paris.

It's not safe for you here.|What do you mean?

You should get out as soon as|you can. That's all. Believe me.

Suppose I could|get some tickets.

Some boat tickets to America|where you've always wanted to go.

I don't want to go there any more|- You do. Believe me.

You absolutely|do want to go.

If you knew what-|If I knew what?

Look, actually, I've got the|tickets right here in my bag.

There's one for you.|There's one for me.

One for you?|You're leaving Dante?

Uh, no, not exactly.|He hasn't thrown you out?

Don't be ridiculous. I|could have whatever I wanted.

No, it's just that he-|Well, men!

You can't trust them once|they've got what they want.

I should have known.|It's dangerous to trust.

Well, actually, it's dangerous|to love. Isn't that so, Suzie?

Anyway, one should|never look back.

One should never regret.

Never.

They're planning|to round everyone up.

Every foreigner,|every Jew.

Lola says I should|leave immediately.

But I don't want to go.

If you want to survive,

perhaps you've no choice.

Who is this?|That's my father.

A daughter should be|with her father,

if she's not|with her husband.

Don't leave me, Cesar.

Please don't go.

It is not me who is|leaving, Suzie. It is you.

But I don't want|to run away.

For you, at this moment,

running is good.

It is better to run and live|than to stay and die.

It is not the same for me.

I am not alone.

I have my family.

I must fight for my family.

I could stay|and fight with you.

You need to fight|for yourself.

But you're all I have.|No.

You have your father.

If he's alive.

Maybe I've been|chasing a ghost.

If he is a ghost,

then he is|watching over you.

And if he is not,

then he is waiting for you.

To my Suzie,

who will go to America|to find her father...

and sing.

To my Cesar,

who will stay|and fight for his family.

I only wish|I could be with you.

Sunday is gloomy

My hours are slumberless

Dearest, the shadows

I live with|are numberless

Little white flowers

Will never awaken you

Not where the black coach|of sorrow

Has taken you

Angels have|no thought of ever

Returning you

Would they be angry

If I thought of joining you

Gloomy Sunday

Well, frankly, Suzie,

Joe... is a little older...

than I like, but-

You know what?

He has promised to help me get|to- and you- get to Hollywood.

You see? Things always|turn out for the best.

Do they?

Your father, Suzie.

That will be nice for you|to see him at last, yes?

Yes, perhaps.

Anyway, we have|each other again.

We can have fun.

We can forget|those little differences,

can't we, Suzie?

Yes?

Dreaming

I was only

Dreaming

I wake and I find you

Asleep in the deep of my

Heart

Deep

Darling, I hope

That my dream

Never faltered you

Over there.

It looks like a woman.

Is she alive?|I think so.

You're all right now.

I'm pretty sure it's on|the border with Russia.

Sit. Let me check|the files from that region.

You know what? You're lucky|you have an English passport.

The quota from so many Eastern|European countries is full now.

You wouldn't believe|the stories I've heard.

America is a big country, but not big|enough to take all of us apparently.

But we should be able to trace|someone who remembers him.

Abramovitch? Yes.

I think I know of this man.

Wait a minute. Isn't it the guy|who lost his, uh, faith?

- That's the one.|- It has to be!

- What a voice.|- Please!

He said he had heard|that the shtetl...

where he had left his mother and his|daughter had been burned to the ground.

Everyone perished. Everyone! Yes. Yes.

He said... he could no longer|believe in a just God...

and therefore|could no longer sing.

It was a scandal.|Everybody talked about it.

Everybody. Everybody.

What happened to him?|He changed his name,

along with his profession|and went west.

A terrible thing. The man|was a Chazan, a religious man.

But he did well. You must|admit. He did very well.

If you have a vision and you work hard|like him, you can succeed over here.

Oh, yeah, sure.

All right.

Take this. Come with me.

Nice.

Excuse me. Do you know where|I could find Mr. Abrahams?

What do you want|to see my boss for?

Well, he's my father.|Your father?

I think I'd better take you|to our legal department.

Follow me.

I'd like to see my father.|That's all.

As you keep saying. And if that's who|he really is, then... you will see him.

But he's not well, you|understand? Not well at all.

His musicals|have eaten him alive.

Frankly, he's worn himself out.

His family is very upset.

Very upset.

He has a family?

Fegele.

Daddy.

Fegele.

My little... bird.

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